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Preeti Babbar

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White As you saw me for the last time I didn't realise...it eas the last ! As you embraced me finally I didn't realise it was ' the final' ! You were radiant and glowing, I didn't realise it was the final luminance !!!! As I carried you cold... I didn't realise it was 'white cold' !! As you crumpled motionless and still.. I didn't realise it was final still !! You looked divine and calm I didn't realise it was penultimate calm !!! Every effort to restore was fruitless, aimless, useless. You didn't come back But I saw you seing me Half open eyes...breathless, lifeless Every second I feel you haven't left I hug you in my thoughts with deep seated regrets Was I good to you? Did I calm you in your pain? These lines bombard me Leavyus in immense pain ©Preeti Babbar #My son

White As you saw me for the last time I didn't realise...it eas the last ! As you embraced me finally I didn't realise it was ' the final' ! You were radiant and glowing, I didn't realise it was the final luminance !!!! As I carried you cold... I didn't realise it was 'white cold' !! As you crumpled motionless and still.. I didn't realise it was final still !! You looked divine and calm I didn't realise it was penultimate calm !!! Every effort to restore was fruitless, aimless, useless. You didn't come back But I saw you seing me Half open eyes...breathless, lifeless Every second I feel you haven't left I hug you in my thoughts with deep seated regrets Was I good to you? Did I calm you in your pain? These lines bombard me Leavyus in immense pain ©Preeti Babbar #My son

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The top of a mountain is the lowest of the next one to be climbed ©Internet Jockey The top of a mountain is the lowest of the next one to be climbed

The top of a mountain is the lowest of the next one to be climbed ©Internet Jockey The top of a mountain is the lowest of the next one to be climbed

Ajita Bansal

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White वो रास्ते भी क्या रास्ते थे, जो हमें मंज़िल तक ले जाते थे। कभी धूप में, कभी छाँव में, हम चलते रहे, सफ़र के साथ। हर मोड़ पर, हर इक ठहराव में, मिले हमसे कुछ किस्से नए। कभी हँसाए, कभी रुलाए, वो रास्ते भी हमें सिखाते गए। कभी ठोकरें खाईं, कभी गिरकर उठे, मंज़िल की ओर बढ़ते गए। वो रास्ते हमें समझाते रहे, कि संघर्ष ही है असली जीत का रास्ता। ©Ajita Bansal #Thinking poem of the day

White वो रास्ते भी क्या रास्ते थे, जो हमें मंज़िल तक ले जाते थे। कभी धूप में, कभी छाँव में, हम चलते रहे, सफ़र के साथ। हर मोड़ पर, हर इक ठहराव में, मिले हमसे कुछ किस्से नए। कभी हँसाए, कभी रुलाए, वो रास्ते भी हमें सिखाते गए। कभी ठोकरें खाईं, कभी गिरकर उठे, मंज़िल की ओर बढ़ते गए। वो रास्ते हमें समझाते रहे, कि संघर्ष ही है असली जीत का रास्ता। ©Ajita Bansal #Thinking poem of the day